Vārdi: Franklin Delano. Come Home. Motel Room.

You're a motel room
When I come back to you
Cause you don't ask or show me nothing
You just leave me alone
Cause I'm on my own

You're a bullet
But I'm bullet-proof
You're trying to hurt me
But my heart's made of stone
And if it feels good to you
Don't let it go
I won't be there for you
No, not anymore